Childhood Imaginings

I imagined myself a porn star.

I imagined my body that of a siren;

Gleaming with the sheen of manufactured sweat.

I imagined myself nude but cloaked in the armor of modern Amazons;

Mile high platform stilettos and a G-string.

I imagined myself with hair perfectly styled like it’s the “morning after”.

I imagined myself with a pair of tits that someone finds delicious.

I imagined myself your man’s every fantasy.

I imagined myself strong and self-assured.

I imagined the red of my lips a declaration Continue reading →

Support Group

Hello, my name is Taryn.

I am 24 years old.

I’ve never been married.

And I have a five year old daughter.

Being a parent is hard, especially when you are doing it alone.

I don’t know why but after the first year

I expected the nights when

She would keep me up until the wee hours

Of the morning to stop.

They haven’t.

Red

as the Big Apple, body

like Jean Harlow’s

lips.

Luxury liner

of America’s asphalt arteries.

Traded in,

gone like yesteryear,

in its place,

sits Honda;

Civic

pride in progress.